Date: Thu, 10 Sep 2020 18:18:18 +0100 From: J. Forrester Subject: A Series Embarrassing Events - chapter two DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction that contains graphic sexual content. It is purely for entertainment so please enjoy safely and legally. Resemblances to real people, places and events is unintentional (but would be really cool). A Series of Embarrassing Events Chapter Two: A Boyless Speedo WEDNESDAY 05TH AUGUST 2020 Noah had spent an exhausting two days with Philippe, a sexy, brown-skinned French seventeen-year-old. Noah had been naked or almost naked for much of their time together and he'd also been humiliated for a substantial part of that time too. Noah had loved every minute of it. Noah's twenty-one-year-old brother Daniel looked after him when their dad was away for work - which was most of the time - and so it was him who noticed Noah's voracious curiosity for nudism. Noah went naked in his room and wandered the house in his briefs unless friends (his own or Daniel's) were over. It had been embarrassing the first time Daniel caught Noah in just his underpants but in the months since, Dan had sincerely helped Noah to feel like himself. Dan was also a big brother so sometimes he took the piss and sometimes he liked to embarrass his little brother. Daniel thought Noah's interests lay beyond nudism and extended into humiliation and exhibitionism; Noah didn't just like to be naked to feel free, he liked to be naked and seen. Perhaps Daniel was right - Dan had tested Noah's curiosity by leaving him stranded on a nudist beach, which was how he'd met Philippe, his summer lover. Summer lovin', had me a blast (of cum). So far this week alone: Noah had been naked on a non-nudist beach, caught covered in his own cum by his dad, spunked on himself in a crowded restaurant and left that restaurant in just swimming trunks and sandals. Noah had loved every minute of it. So maybe, just maybe, Daniel was right. What worried Noah was that his dad has started to notice Noah's curiosity and what worried him even more was how could this possibly continue once he got home to England? Having discovered the excitement of it all, how could this possibly end when he got back to England? However, Noah wasn't in England yet. Noah was in France, a few miles east of a resort called Bellepeau in the south of France. Philippe said it meant beautiful skin and so it was the perfect place for Noah to make his home for a week. Philippe could be a smooth talker. Noah was missing Philippe today because his dad wanted them to go sight-seeing; wine yards, lavender fields and antique shops really didn't do anything for Noah. Even ancient cities failed to grab his attention. Noah suspected his big brother would have been just as happy back at the resort as he would have been. The family stopped for lunch because they were hungry and wanted a drink. "I thought it would be nice to spend some time together," their dad Bruce said somewhat sullenly. "It is nice dad," Daniel assured him; "But we can spend time together near the pool rather than in a rented Citroen with broken aircon." Dad chuckled and joined Daniel at the bar though, as he was driving, he abstained from alcohol. Noah got a cold drink and looked out at the beach across the road from the bar. "If you want to go and play, you can," Daniel said deliberately patronising tone. Noah stuck up the middle finger. "You could always stay and talk to us," dad suggested. "Let him go. It makes him happy," Daniel said lightly. Bruce smiled at his two boys who knew each other so well. "Besides, the adults are talking," Daniel added flippantly. Noah stuck up the middle finger again. Noah crossed the road and looked across the beach at the mix of boys and men, his gay eye filtering out the XX chromosomes that he had no (sexual) interest in. Noah looked at the blue sea and then felt eyes on him - there were lots of eyes on him - and he looked to see a man sitting on the wall behind and to Noah's left. The man looked like he was in his early thirties and he shifted his gaze the moment Noah looked to him but the man had been busted. Noah grinned - might as well give him something to look at. Noah was wearing sensible shorts for once that covered half his thighs, a short-sleeved t-shirt and trainers; he was hot all over anyway but the idea of a man twice his age watching him covertly was very appealing. The man was a young thirty, with nice legs and a flat but unmuscled chest that was hidden under a t-shirt. He was entirely average but attractive all the same and Noah had been flattered by the covert attention. Noah kicked off his trainers and pulled off his ankle socks which he stowed in his backpack. Then Noah dropped his shorts and wiggled his bare feet out of them; the sand under his feet was warm and Noah dusted sand off his shorts when he bent down to pick them up. He was wearing his white swimming trunks under the shorts (his blue ones were in the laundry having cum stains washed out of them) which made him feel sexy. At fifteen, Noah was average height and had skinny legs with a golden tan - not chicken legs though. Noah ran about and ate well but he was never going to be a muscle-man - he still looked good. The tan was flawless - no tan lines anywhere from his toes to his crotch. Out of the corner of his eye, Noah looked at the young man on the wall - he offered long glances but was trying to avoid being seen perving by passers-by as much as by Noah himself. Noah didn't mind - he liked being seen and admired. Noah soon spotted the young man playing with his phone, casually tilting it in his hand but Noah began to think the thirty-year-old was recording him. Pervert! It turned Noah on even more. Above the waistband of his swimming trunks, Noah grasped the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it up and over his head. For a moment, as it finally came off, Noah's face was covered; his chest stretched up and his almost-hairless armpits were exposed. Also, Noah felt his trunks getting tugged down and a breeze cast itself over his exposed genitals. The trunks were pulled all the way to Noah's knees and the breeze that had excited his silky ball sac also caressed his petite buttocks. Noah had to cover himself up but to do that, he had to extricate himself from the t-shirt that still covered his head. In the excitement of his exposure, Noah got tangled and what felt like minutes was probably only a few seconds; long enough for his admirer to capture his dick and balls and his bare ass. Noah threw his t-shirt to the ground and pulled up his trunks. Noah saw Dan just behind him and his brother was laughing but not unkindly. Noah also saw that more than just the admirer with his camera phone had been looking at his dick; there was dozens of people within sight who had witnessed his pantsing. His dick was soft but it was still humiliating - perhaps more so for knowing people had seen three little inches. Noah knew it doubled in size, but would all those people think he had a little dick? "Why'd you do that," Noah asked Daniel, swatting his brother's chest and hurting himself more than he hurt Daniel. "Thought it would be funny," Daniel said. Daniel wasn't being mean or cruel - he was a good brother - but it was a frightening exposure in front of strangers. Daniel's willingness to help and even promote Noah's interest in nudism - plus or minus exhibitionism and humiliation - was also frightening. "You ok?" Daniel asked now. Daniel gave Noah's bare shoulder a squeeze and looked earnestly at him. Dan's big hand enveloped Noah's slight shoulder, making Noah feel even smaller. Noah's eyes slid to the man in his thirties who slipped his phone into his pocket and wandered off. Noah saw him cast one more look - not caring if he was caught. The admirer behaved liked Noah didn't mind being looked at - which of course he didn't. "I'm fine," Noah replied; "I thought you and dad were having a drink?" "We were. I just came to check on you and see if you wanted lunch," Daniel said. "When? I only just got undressed," Noah said. "Half an hour?" Daniel suggested. Noah nodded. "No need to get dressed," Daniel said as he walked away with Noah's bag - with all his clothes in. It wasn't until he reached the water - rather until he was coming out of the water - that Noah remembered his towel was also in his bag. He had spent time swimming and splashing around and trying to talk to some French boys but their English was not as good as Philippe's and Noah's French hadn't improved any either. As he swam out of the sea and scrambled up the wet sand, Noah wished he had a towel. Wet sand clung to his bare feet and sitting on a wall just before crossing the road, Noah pulled damp sand from his feet and wiped his hands... he had nowhere to wipe his hands. Noah left a few damp smears of sand on his smooth legs and thigh and an accidental streak on his chest, just below his left nipple. He crossed the road to find his dad and brother; Daniel just laughed and Bruce looked at his son with bulging eyes. His dad couldn't believe Noah's boldness and innocent pride in his body. Bruce thought Noah was shameless in his beauty – did the boy know how stunning he was? Noah didn't even ask Daniel for something else to wear - he went to wash sand off his hands, took a piss while he was there and tucked his penis safely away inside his snug but damp swimming trunks. Sitting in the bar, the three ate and chatted and agreed to head back to the resort; they'd try again at some culture and travel another day. Noah sat in the back of the car in his trunks and thought about the man on the beach who had watched him - had the man actually recorded him? Why did the very idea of that make Noah's dick stiffen? "I was wondering if you could do something for me?" Noah asked Philippe. It was late at night when Noah saw Philippe for the first time that day; the French boy had stopped by to say "bonjour" and dad smiled at the way they sat together. Noah and Philippe gave each other rapt attention and Bruce realised he had missed a lot for being away for months at a time - which was not only unfair to Daniel but also meant he hadn't been there when Noah came out. It was strange in a way because Bruce knew Noah was gay and Noah seemed to know he knew – but they didn't talk about it. It was generally accepted that he just knew. Bruce thought the boys looked sweet, huddled close together with knees innocently touching. He didn't listen in to what the teenagers were saying though, which was just as well. "What do you want me to do?" Philippe asked his sexy French accented English. "Remember the other morning when you came in and found me hard? Then I shot in my sleep and Daniel and dad found me?" Noah surmised. "How could I forget?" Philippe replied happily. "Well, I want you to do that again," Noah said; "But this time, pull my briefs off... I want to get caught without them." Philippe stared at Noah for a moment. "You know you are very strange, oui?" Philippe asked. Noah blushed; "I mean, I'd rather get caught by a French football team or by boys on a school trip but I don't think dad would let them all in the apartment." Noah laughed at his own joke. "Oh, you never know," Philippe said. Philippe had seen the way Bruce looked and tried not to look at men and wondered if Noah's dad would rather enjoy lots of young men in the apartment but he said nothing to Noah. "You like the idea of being caught naked?" Philippe asked. Even just the question made Noah's dick twitch. "Yes," Noah replied. "Good to know," Philippe answered. THURSDAY 06TH AUGUST 2020 Philippe contemplated the lax security of the McNelis apartment as he found it unlocked again the next morning. In fairness, although Philippe arrived earlier than on his last visit, he had loitered long enough to see Daniel leave the apartment in shorts and t-shirt. He had three beach towels and Philippe assumed big brother was once again off to secure prime spaces by the pool. Philippe sneaked into the apartment and closed the door, listening carefully for Noah's dad but the apartment was quiet. Philippe could not see into Noah's room but the door was ajar and would open with the merest nudge. He walked instead to Bruce's bedroom door, it was slightly wider open, and he peeked in to see if Noah's dad was awake. Bruce was asleep on top of the covers - it had been a warm night and the early morning was already hot and humid. Bruce was only wearing tight boxers; his chest was dusted with blonde hair that rained down onto his abdomen. Bruce's chest and abs were well-defined with muscle. His legs were strong and his thighs muscular also - hair ran up the inside of his thighs and his lower legs were fuzzy like a dandelion head. The boxers were tight around Bruce's waist and thighs and displayed a big package within - Philippe bit his lip at the thought of the cock when it was erect. How big might it be? Seven, eight, nine inches? Philippe sighed – bold enough to take a look at the man but venturing closer would be insane. Which was a shame because he wanted to shove his face into Bruce's crotch and inhale deeply. Philippe tore away from his daydream and went to Noah's room. The French boy nudged the door open and was taken aback by the scene. Noah had asked him to take his briefs off but the fifteen-year-old hadn't said he'd be topless. Noah was sweet in his sleep, skinny and golden from the sun, smooth and very cute. There was a bulge in his underwear too - not as big as his dad's but decent and Philippe knew it would grow to nearly six inches. Philippe closed the bedroom door over and also closed the en suite door that joined into Bruce's room - the seventeen-year-old didn't want Noah's dad catching him at what he was about to do. Philippe leaned over the snug lump of boy-cock and pressed his nose and mouth into it. The French teenager inhaled; smelling the damp, the sweat, the tang and the intoxicating malodour of boy. Philippe closed his mouth over the fabric-covered penis, licking Noah's underpants and gnawing the younger boy's dick with his lips. Satisfied, Philippe straightened up and moved to the foot of the bed and put his hand on Noah's foot, giving it the faintest tickle and causing Noah's feet to twitch and his toes to wriggle. Next, Philippe put his hand gently on Noah's ankle and caressed the boy's skin from ankle to thigh - the skin was warm and silky under his touch. Philippe stopped playing now - he could see Noah was hard already - and lifted the waistband of Noah's briefs to release the penis. Philippe didn't stop there, he pulled the briefs with both hands until they slid over Noah's buttocks and then down... down, down, down his legs and off. Noah was gloriously naked. Again. Philippe tossed the briefs away, not even looking where they landed so that even if he wanted to help Noah find them, he couldn't. The idea of the naked boy scrambling to find his undies was exciting. Philippe had only dated one boy since coming out and that hadn't lasted long. He had been on the gay scene near his hometown and at seventeen he wanted physical experience. Looking at Noah he felt a love and affection he'd never felt before - not love in the "til death do us part" sense of the word but in a heart fluttering awe sense of the word. Noah was just the prettiest thing Philippe had ever seen. Philippe shook himself and set to work; he took a hold of Noah's half hard dick and pumped it until it was plump and rigid. Philippe worked it for a few minutes and watched Noah's face for a reaction. He could not believe that Noah did not waken when he was getting his dick stroked but there was nothing to indicate he was faking sleep. Noah remained in slumber but excited and leaking precum which was another thing Philippe liked about him. Noah leaked precum like he'd never seen before and it was great. It was like a fucking geyser and when Philippe paused to watch it was like watching the teenager pissing himself. Philippe took a grip again and there was a slurping noise as Noah's cock pumped, the pre-seminal fluid lubricating things nicely and the foreskin covering the head of Noah's cock at the apex of a stroke before revealing itself again when Philippe pulled down. Philippe edged towards the top of the bed; his arm stretched out to continue jerking the sleeping boy. With trepidation, Philippe used his free hand to pull down the front of his shorts, hooking them under his balls, and pulling his own dick. Philippe was hard in a matter of moments and ever so gently touched the circumcised head of his cock against Noah's lips. Noah's lips were moist and Philippe ran his dick over them as if tracing a racetrack. Noah's tongue unconsciously poked out and Philippe pushed his erection over the wet tongue, feeling a surge of excitement. Philippe had not agreed this with Noah and he felt a pang of guilt about putting his penis near Noah's mouth without asking. Yet Noah was exited to suck his cock a few days ago and seemed content to exploit sex, nudity and exposure at every venture. With this in mind, Philippe had a wicked idea. He pumped his own dick with one hand and Noah's with his other hand and was getting close to cumming when he heard a noise behind him and movement in the en suite. Noah's dad was awake. Luckily Bruce did not go into his son's room. The man turned the shower on and Philippe heard Noah's dad step into the cubicle. Philippe only had a few minutes to finish. Luckily being seventeen had its advantages and it never took long to cum when you put your mind to it. Philippe put a hand to it too and masturbated furiously. The French boy came first - his manipulation of Noah's dick being gentler so as not to wake him. With furious spurts, Philippe sprayed Noah's face and mouth with jizz with five potent spurts; the final weaker discharges dribbled onto the floor. Noah moaned and stirred as the hot semen touched his face but he didn't wake, though his tongue licked his face as best it could and found blobs of Philippe's spunk that were swallowed as unconsciously as saliva. Philippe stowed his dick and pumped Noah's dick with renewed vigour - Noah's cock was throbbing and hot and Philippe felt the gushes of volcanic spunk under his grip as it shot from the tip of Noah's penis. Philippe lifted it slightly, aiming it high so Noah's first and most powerful shots reached his chin. The next discharges landed in the suprasternal notch, then between his nipples and finally oozed onto the expanse between his bellybutton and the root of his dick. Spunk clawed into Noah's neat pile of pubes and ran down his hip so little ponds of cum became pools with streams of milky fluid running out of them. Philippe heard the shower turn off and left the scene - he would like to have seen what happened next but could hardly stick around and watch. Bruce towelled himself dry before wrapping a bath sheet around his waist. He was about to return to his room to get dressed but decided to wake Noah first. He pushed the door from the en suite into his son's room open and peeked at the boy. As he had been once already, Bruce was stunned by what he saw of his teenage son. A few days ago, he had seen Noah in a vest and skimpy briefs with his penis hanging out. This time, Noah was totally nude. Daniel had confided that Noah was curious about his body, nudity and his sexuality but Bruce still found it hard to understand where the brazenness had come from. Noah appeared to have slept totally nude on top of the sheets and when Bruce stepped closer, he found his son had had another wet dream. Indeed, Noah was covered with what looked like two or three times as much cum as was normal for a single discharge. Bruce wasn't to know one of the emissions had come from Philippe so the doctor in him noted the hyperspermia with professional curiosity. Hyperspermia is when an excessive amount of seminal fluid (the milky stuff made by the prostate and seminal vesicles in which sperm is suspended) is produced – especially during sex or masturbation. It can also cause nocturnal emissions and, although under researched, it was though hyperspermia could cause fertility problems. Hence it was purely scientific and professional curiosity that interested Bruce in his jizz-covered fifteen-year-old son. Bruce crossed the room in bare feet and was acutely aware he was only wearing a towel. His balls were hanging low in their sac which had been warmed in the shower so Bruce felt them swing against his thighs. It was with a sense of shame that he looked at his son - lying on his back, long and exposed and almost hairless. Noah would be sixteen in at the end of October – nearly three months from now. Noah still had some growing to do but Bruce could how lovely his son was. Bruce could have stopped himself but didn't - he put his hand on Noah's smooth inner thigh and slid it up until touched his scrotum. Bruce felt a stirring under the towel and his penis created a dent in the towel, caressing the soft cotton. Bruce pulled his hand back and, checking Noah was still asleep, dipped his finger into the pool of cum on his son's abdomen. Bruce popped his spunky finger in his mouth and sucked it, tasting the creamy mixture before swallowing. Bruce turned away and retreated from the room, furious with himself for being so scandalous. Bruce had barely stepped back into the en suite and lifted his shaver when Daniel returned. "Are you guys awake?" Daniel shouted. Noah stirred and became aware of his nudity and the cum on his skin. He was thrilled that Philippe had indeed visited and done as he'd asked. The cum on his face was a surprise and he wiped his chin with his hand just as Daniel walked into his room. Bruce hadn't closed the en suite door and so he watched both his son's react. Daniel laughed and covered his eyes and Noah laughed and sat up, propping his upper body up with his arms. Daniel dropped his hand and looked at his little brother in all his glory. From where Daniel was standing, he could see the hairless perineum underneath smooth balls and a flaccid - but recently erect - penis. "Have you had a good morning, Noah?" Daniel asked lightly. "Pretty good, I guess," Noah answered and he finally drew a sheet over his groin. "That's a waste of perfectly good eggs you know," Daniel joked. Noah blushed at the mention of the cum that was clearly dashed across his skin. "Do you want to come with me and dad to the pool or are you seeing Philippe?" Daniel asked. Bruce put down his shaver and poked his head into the room; Noah's legs and chest were still in view but he was almost decent now. "I have plans to see him later," Noah said almost sheepishly. Everyone seemed to know Philippe was a holiday romance but it was a little embarrassing to talk to his brother and dad about boys. "I thought I should spend some time with you guys fists," Noah added. "That's a nice idea," Bruce said. He was happy his boys wanted to spend time with him as a family. "You should shower first," Daniel said; "I don't think spunk works as a sunscreen." On an (as yet) unrelated note... A bath towel is approximately 135 cm by 70 cm (inches: 54 x 28) which is adequate for drying after a shower or bath or sitting on a beach; it handily ties around the waist with plenty room to spare for most people. A hand towel on the other hand is only 75 cm by 40 cm (inches: 30 x 16) which is adequate for drying one's had after using the toilet or for drying wet hair; even for a slim person it is pushing it to tie around one's waist. In fact, it's pretty inadequate for covering anything. Anyway... Noah spent the whole morning with dad and Daniel; lying beside the pool and later playing in the pool with Daniel and a group of Scottish boys who cheated at water polo. Scots love defeating Sassenachs in sports. In the afternoon, Philippe found Noah by the pool - sunbathing in his swimming trunks with the outline of a flaccid penis indented in the fabric. The tight but stretchy fabric hugged the outline of Noah's penis and when he stood up, his ass was smuggled inside the tense fabric. Philippe suggested they go to the beach together and Noah agreed, though he had a bad feeling the older boy was up to something - which, of course, he was. Bruce and Daniel were lethargic in the summer sun and happy for Noah to stay or go and play with his new friend. Noah slipped his feet into sandals and reached for his t-shirt and shorts but Philippe dissuaded him and then offered to carry his towel for him. Noah grinned - because he wasn't stupid - and tried not to contemplate what Philippe had planned. Noah wanted to be surprised. Walking with Philippe - older, taller, browner and more dressed (in a vest and shorts) Noah felt inadequate. Noah was still only wearing his swimming trunks - as small as briefs but much tighter - and sandals; walking through the resort and then the streets and then along the beach, Noah could feel people looking. Noah was thin and silky-skinned but the attention he got was like a spotlight. No-one else his age was so unashamedly scantily dressed - for a boy of nearly sixteen, he seemed to behave as oblivious to attention as a tantruming child. Philippe meanwhile had some whorls of dark hair peeking from the neck of his vest and under his arms, the black curly hair was like a little nest. Philippe was nearly half a foot taller than Noah, his skin was browner, his black hair contrasted Noah's blonde locks – they were quite the contrasting couple, but each the object of lustful thoughts. After meandering along the beach, Philippe suggested they stop so they headed for an empty space in the sand. There was a reasonably big and unoccupied space with debris that indicated a large family had recently decamped; it was here that the two boys made their home and that things began to go wonderfully wrong for Noah. They hadn't even sat down when Noah felt Philippe's hand grabbing his flat pectoral and pinching his nipple. Noah tittered but thought it was an exciting grope. Then Philippe leaned in kissed Noah's neck, then he started nibbling Noah's ear. "Why don't you pop off your Speedo," Philippe suggested; half whispering in and half nibbling on Noah's ear. Noah pulled away and turned to look at Philippe with an aghast expression. "Because... this isn't a nudist beach?" Noah countered. "No-one will mind. This is France," Philippe insisted. "It might be France but it's also the twenty-first century, I can't just strip off anywhere," Noah replied; "France doesn't have that generous a laissez-faire attitude towards nudity." "Actually, this section of Bellepeau has an open nudity policy," Philippe revealed. "Well... even so... Really?" Noah asked. "I wouldn't lie," Philippe promised. And he wasn't lying, it was perfectly true. "But no-one else strutting around au naturel," Noah said. "I know, you'll be the only one who is nude... won't that be exciting?" Philippe said in a delighted tone. Noah was nervous. The beach was quite busy and although there was no-one immediately beside them, he would eventually be spotted once he was totally naked. Although, now that Noah looked, most of the people around were men or boys... all the people around were men or boys. They were all wearing Speedo-style trunks like him or tight swimming shorts; most were shirtless and barefoot, most athletic and well groomed. Noah was starting to think this section of the Bellepeau with its open nudity policy might cater to a particular client group. "Have you spotted it?" Philippe asked. "This is a gay beach, isn't it?" Noah asked. "Which is why, even if it was not an open nudity beach, no-one would object to you slipping those off," Philippe told him. Noah still couldn't see anyone else naked on the beach - at the water line he thought he could see a bare bum or two but he couldn't be certain. Regardless, Noah knew what he wanted to do. He slipped his hands into the swimming trunks and pushed them down to his ankles. His penis flopped out and Noah felt the delightful breath of air around his genitals. He could also feel the clamminess of his testicles between his hot thighs. "I'll look after them," Philippe said and put out his hand to receive the only item of clothing Noah had with him. Standing naked on the beach with a boy he'd only known for a few days, Noah would have been stupid to not think about the consequences of giving Phillipe his trunks. Noah had covered his privates and this was his last chance to conceal them back inside his swimwear. Of course, Noah slowly relinquished the trunks, smiling at the French boy who smiled right back. "I won't get those back, will I?" Noah asked sceptically. "Probably not," Philippe admitted. Philippe put a hand towel on the sand for Noah to sit on. It was much too small the length of his body - his head and legs would have to lie in the sand. At least his butt didn't have direct contact with the coarse softness of the scalding sand. Noah shrugged and sat anyway; soon he stretched out, feeling the hot sand under his legs. Noah put his hands behind his head to tan under his arms and he rested contentedly but fully exposed on the beach. Noah was petite for his age and his pubes were well-below average; he possessed boyish good looks of a sexy mid-teens cock tease. It was for this reason that the naked fifteen-year-old started to attract attention with passers-by taking prolonged looks and many taking a second walk-past to enjoy the sight of him. His penis was flaccid - a miraculous achievement for a horny teenager - but not embarrassingly retracted. It was short at just under three inches but if it grew, it would double in size. Noah occasionally sat up - propping his torso up with his arms - or turned over - his ass was as popular as his teen cock - and all the while he and Philippe chatted about boys and watched the other males on the beach. They touched on (no pun intended) what intimacies they might enjoy in private and Philippe suggested going all the way. Noah went quiet at the suggestion of penetration. Was he ready for that? With a virtual stranger? Albeit one he really liked. Philippe didn't pressure Noah for anything and they settled into a contented afternoon of being together while being watched by dozens of other people. "I'm thirsty, let's get something to drink in the town," Philippe suggested standing up as if to punctuate the question as an instruction. "Can I have my trunks back?" Noah asked. Noah too asked - standing up to bear all for as far as the eye could see. "Just tie your towel around your waist," Philippe said with a mischievous grin. "Are you kidding? I'll be naked underneath," Noah pointed out the obvious. "I know," Philippe replied; "No-one will notice and if they do, they will not mind." Noah had his doubts but he was reticent for another reason too - he hadn't been given a beach towel. Noah only had a hand towel which was totally inadequate for walking about town. Noah would have to make it do - he slipped his bare feet into his sandals and picked up the towel. He shook off the sand and then tied the little towel around his waist and set off with Philippe for the town. The single knot that kept the towel in place was on Noah's right hip. Below the knot, the towel parted like a loincloth to expose his smooth hip. The towel wrapped around Noah's skinny waist sat outrageously below his bellybutton - exposing a hairless expanse from his navel to the towel. The hand towel was also so short that it ended mid-thigh and highlighting the hairless skin of his entire leg. Evidence to the contrary, Noah was very self-conscious as he walked beside Philippe. Noah could see the outline of his dick which, being unsupported, made a small dimple in the front of the towel. His penis and balls swung free beneath the towel but to Noah made it more obvious he was naked underneath it. Noah liked the freedom of the towel and it was well-ventilated but he was acutely aware of his exposure. Indeed, Noah looked over his shoulder and could see the creamy-turned-golden skin of his calves as he walked; the back of his silky thighs was alluring until they disappeared inside the towel. However, whenever Noah took a step (punctuated by the slap of his sandals), the towel rose up and he knew his bare buttock - and his naked secret - was exposed. He would just have to hope no-one noticed. It was hard not to notice when the knot of his towel betrayed any possibility of swimwear beneath. But Noah hadn't thought about that obvious indicator. The boys reached a market in the town - ten minutes from where they'd been sitting on the beach - and browsed for food. Fruit, sandwiches and drinks were the order of the day but they looked for a treat too. The large confluence of predominantly gay males around created a heated fragrance of masculinity; Philippe could see patrons and vendors alike notice Noah's svelte frame - his hairless chest and abdomen made him look like a debut porn star: "Introducing Noah McNelis." Noah noticed the leering and the backwards glances and the careless caresses. He did not notice that some of the careless caresses were aimed at the knot of his towel so when it finally gave way, Noah was caught genuinely unawares. Noah and Philippe had just turned back and were headed down the busy market street when a bump on Noah's left loosened the towel and it fell to the ground. Noah thought the breeze up the towel had been titillating – now the breeze was kissing his entirely exposed body. Before he could even react, the towel was snatched away and Noah was bare naked in a strange town surrounded by lots of gay guys. Noah liked being naked whenever he could. He liked being naked in his home. In the spring and summer - weather permitting - he even ran naked outside through the woods right behind his house. Noah had been naked on a French beach twice now and exposed another time and been naked in front of his dad and brother. Noah liked being naked whenever he could but this was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. When he first started to explore his curiosity about nudity, he thought he was a weirdo but the more he read the more he understood it was nudism. The more he explored his nudism, the more he learned something else lay underneath his interests. Nudists aren't exploring a sexual kink; they aren't exposing themselves for gratification; it is an innocent interest in the freedom of nakedness. Noah had innocent interest in nakedness, however... Noah also liked degradation, disgrace, exhibitionism, exposure, embarrassment, humiliation, indignity, mortification and shame - this was separate from the asexuality of nudism but involved the same amount of no-clothes. Noah looked around for his towel, having felt it whipped away from his smooth ankles, but it was already out of sight. He covered his privates with both hands and walked beside Philippe feeling deeply exposed. "Can I have my trunks back?" Noah asked. "We'll be back at the beach in ten minutes," Philippe replied. "Ten... ten minutes is... a long time," Noah pointed out sheepishly. Philippe shrugged. "Can I have a towel?" Noah tried again. "You're fantastique as you are," Philippe said. Philippe pressed the point home by gazing at Noah's body from his feet - nominally covered by the straps of his sandals - to his beautiful face. Every inch of his skin exposed. "I can barely cover my dick when you look at me like that," Noah confessed. Sure enough, there was a parting in Noah's grip that allowed Philippe to see the side of Noah's testacies - the parting had been caused by the thickening and lengthening of his cock. Noah was getting hard. "I can already see your ass, your dick is no big deal," Philippe returned. Then he teased; "Well, it's quite big." Noah had forgotten about his ass - he looked at his bare ass and looked to see that a lot of other people were checking it out too. It was comforting that this was a gay community but it was still a lot of sexual interest in his teenage body. Without thinking, Noah responded to Philippe's comment by moving one hand to his ass - one hand was not enough to cover his golden globes, nor was it enough to contain his hard-on which sprang free. So now Noah was not only naked in public but exposing his boner to everyone too. "Fuck," Noah muttered. Noah was doubtful that he could possibly get away with being naked and erect in public. Even if what Philippe said about open nudity was true, it couldn't possibly be decent for a teenage boy to walk around with a hard-on. On the other hand, if they were in an area of the resort known for its gay scene, perhaps no-one would object. No-one objected. Noah tried to cover his dick but the hard head throbbed against his palm. "It might go down if you stop playing with it," Philippe suggested. "I'm not playing with my dick," Noah objected - louder than he intended. "Stop touching it then," Philippe replied. "I'll have to take my hand away to stop touching it and then everyone will see it's hard," Noah protested. "Everyone already knows it's hard, Noah," Philippe assured him. Noah felt his skin go hot with humiliation. At best, the hand covering his ass was topping people seeing his hairless hole but the petite mounds of his butt were still exposed. Noah was also wasting his time trying to cover his six-inch penis with one hand. Was this an either-or decision? Or a perhaps neither? "Put your hands at you side, it'll go down eventfully," Philippe said. Eventually being the operative word. Noah reluctantly obeyed - he didn't have to but he wanted to. Having been asked, he was now excited by the permission to walk around balls-out and cock-pointing. His arms felt stiff and heavy at his sides - they wanted to restore his dignity. The males around him took a good long look - they rarely saw anyone take advantage of the clothing optional rule around town; on the beach perhaps but walking down the street. Here we are, walking down the street, we get the funniest looks from, everyone we meet... Noah's humiliation wasn't even over because with an erection came the excessive dribble of precum that made it look like Noah was widdling; long, thick ropes of precum dribbled from the end of his penis. Indeed, the gooey stream of silk dangled, stretched and eventually detached, falling and clinging to Noah's thigh. It dribbled again and fell to his feet. By the time they got back to the beach, Noah's excessively leaky dick was dribbling for a third time; even if he'd been wearing shorts, he would still have felt disgraced because they would have become saturated with cock-snot. The boys sat on the beach and ate their food, that Philippe had graciously carried so Noah didn't have to. The attention on eventually Noah waned and so did the erection. Later, Noah spotted three naked men and one naked teenager during his afternoon on the beach so Philippe had not been fibbing about clothing optional. "There is something I have been meaning to say," Philippe told Noah late in the afternoon. "Hmm?" Noah asked lazily. Noah was lying on his front, bronzing his ass in the sun and half-asleep in the heat. "I am going away tomorrow," Philippe said. Noah pulled himself up, sitting on his heels and barely noting he was flashing his penis again. "Tomorrow?" Noah repeated, disappointment filling his voice. Philippe nodded sadly; "I did not want to ruin our day but... I had to tell you sometime." "So, you're telling me now?" Noah asked. Philippe nodded sadly again. "In that case, do you want to go back to my place?" Noah asked. Philippe locked eyes with Noah - both appreciated there was significance to Noah's proposal. "Allons-y," said Philippe. Noah didn't even ask for his trunks, he happily walked naked beside Philippe, his flaccid penis just as interesting and alluring as his erection had been. Noah avoided getting totally hard as they walked back along the beach and then through the streets of the town, even though literally every other person was dressed except him. When they got nearer the apartment building, Philippe returned Noah's swimming trunks without prompting. They went inside and the air conditioning was like something sent by a god Noah didn't believe in. It was wonderful on his hot skin; even though he had plastered himself in sunscreen everywhere, his skin still protested against the assault of UVA and UVB radiation. Noah was rather relieved to find his apartment empty. "So, what do you want to do?" Noah asked Philippe. Philippe put his hands on Noah's shoulders and kissed him deeply, with a tongue that explored his mouth. Noah had never been kissed like this before. He'd never sucked cock before a few day ago and this kiss was almost as bewildering as that. Noah tried to kiss back, his own tongue flicking forward and Philippe smiled at the effort. Philippe withdrew, panting; "We could take this into the shower?" Noah did feel gross - from the sunscreen to the sweat, he was ready to freshen up. They held hands and headed for the shower in the main bathroom, not the en suite Noah shared with his dad. They locked the door and Noah turned the water on, keeping it cool but not cold. Noah dropped his trunks and flicked off the sandals, Philippe took his t-shirt off and dropped his shorts - then, he too kicked off sandals and they stepped under the flow of water. This time, Noah initiated another kiss - he had to tilt his head up to meet Philippe's lips and it was and exciting reminder that Philippe was several inches taller because he was a few years older. They boys were slippery and wet, their kisses rained upon by the shower head. Philippe's hands found Noah's shoulders but did not stop there; they slid down his arms until they found the younger boy's hands. Noah guided Philippe's grip to his ass, which was soaked with water, soggy and pulpy under gentle squeezes and firmer pinches. Noah felt his penis thicken as his hands moved to mirror the butt-touching – gripping Philippe's ass and squeezing the firm, bubbly mounds. Noah had a lot to learn, but his kissing was improving. He moved his kissing from Philippe's lips to his cheeks, then neck and then collarbone. Philippe seemed to like that because his penis gave an excited kick too, connecting with Noah's semi-erection. Philippe's hands gripped Noah's back and slid down - around the boy's hips, Philippe gave a pull so their groins mashed and dicks grew thicker. The water dashed over their heads and between their slippery bodies. The excitement slowed long enough for the boys to squirt soap onto each other's hair and bodies and they cleaned each other and grinded with slippery delight against each other. Philippe turned off the water once they were rinsed and put his hand on Noah's middle, then slid it down and gripped his dick. "I was thinking we could make this special," Philippe said. "How?" Noah wondered. "Have you ever had sex?" Philippe asked. Noah went quiet as they stepped out of the shower. Philippe didn't say anything – he was a nice guy who didn't want to pressure Noah in anyway. Noah hesitantly toed his swimming trunks - wondering if he should put them on and run away. Sex? Anal? Philippe's hard cock sliding inside him? "You... want to do that with me?" Noah asked shyly. Philippe stooped down to pick up Noah's swimwear. Eyelevel with Noah's penis, he looked up and grinned. "A boyless Speedo in the hand is worth a seventeen-year-old in the ass," Philippe quipped. Noah laughed nervously and the French boy saw it. Philippe stood up, holding the trunks and smiled supportively. "We shouldn't," Philippe said. Noah looked sheepish but tried to hold Phillipe's gaze. "You're not ready. It's ok," Philippe said softly, stroking Noah's arm. "I like you," Noah said; "Je t'aime." Philippe chuckled and blushed; "We both got caught up in something exciting and new." "It's true, I never expected any of this," Noah admitted. Noah was a little embarrassed to have said "I love you" in French and questioned himself about it: did he love Philippe? Was this what they call love at first sight? Was this just a holiday romance that Noah's adolescent brain had given more importance to than it deserved? "Neither did I," Philippe said thoughtfully; "You sucked my dick a few days ago. Why don't I return the favour? That would still be special." Noah grinned and licked his lips and replied; "Yes." Philippe dropped Noah's trunks on the floor and the boys went to Noah's bedroom. Although Noah was used to walking around naked, Philippe was disconcerted by being naked in the main room of the apartment. The moment they reached Noah's bedroom; Philippe sank to his knees. The boys were still damp from the shower since neither of them had towelled dry. They had dripped while talking and now Philippe was on his knees with hands gripping Noah's buttocks and guiding the fifteen-year-old towards him. Noah was half-hard and between Philippe fondling his balls and stroking his dick, Noah was fully hard in no time. Noah's six-inch dick was ready to be sucked - hard and the foreskin half retracted; it pulled back all the way when Philippe wrapped his lips around the head and suckled on it. Philippe could not help but reflect on the surprise of this holiday romance. When he first saw Noah naked on the beach a few days ago, he never expected this. Philippe didn't love Noah - he was older and wiser and knew better than to confuse the excitement of something new with the sincere emotion of something profound. Noah was special though. Very special. Sucking Noah's cock and fondling his hairless balls, Philippe felt his own cock pulse with desire. He had wanted to fuck the boy but it wouldn't have been right. Still, his cock needed release so he dropped a hand to his own dick and started to stroke. Noah's leaky cock made the process slippery from the start. It was a delightful taste, like a trickling tap of precum; Philippe swallowed it down and kept on sucking. Noah was in a world of delight - the feeling of a mouth over his dick was indescribable. Noah had enjoyed sucking cock and he liked being sucked with equal measure. Noah felt a hand on his ass and a finger slide between his cheeks; he tensed a little but did not resist. Philippe fully accepted Noah's "no" but touching his ass and edging a digit towards his hole, Noah didn't say no this time. Noah wanted to feel that finger. Philippe took his mouth off of Noah's penis and looked up at him. "Is this ok?" Philippe asked. Philippe punctuated the question with the tip of a single digit pressing against the sphincter. "Yes," Noah said breathlessly. "Merveilleux," Philippe replied Philippe dropped his head and tucked his face under Noah's balls to suck the hairless eggs. A slurping, gobbling noise filled the room as Philippe filled his maw with the silky sac. His finger played around the ring of Noah's ass and when he was sated with the taste of Noah's eggs, he plopped his lips back over Noah's cock. Noah threw his head back and his hands found Philippe's head but he didn't know what to do with them once they were there. Philippe was able to take the entire length of Noah's erection in his mouth. The six inches was actually a little under six inches, Noah had rounded up. Noah wondered if it would be bigger by this time next year and if he might meet Philippe again. Would they fuck if they met in Bellepeau again someday? Noah felt the tip of Philippe's finger encircle and then finally slip into his cherry hole. He was fifteen and known he was gay for a long time - he masturbated and experimented and enjoyed being naked but Noah hadn't played much with his own ass yet. He felt Philippe search for a spot inside him - like his finger was trying to point to his bellybutton from the inside. He found something because Noah felt a tingling he'd never experienced before. Philippe was finding it hard to keep up with the dribbling precum - it was awesome and messy and the French boy wondered if his English lover made a mess whenever his dick was hard. A moan escaped his lips and Philippe stopped sucking to grin with satisfaction. He stopped jerking his own cock and jerked Noah's just an inch from his own face. Philippe put out his tongue and liked Noah's cock; then, his head articulating like an owl's, Philippe brought his mouth back to Noah's balls. Noah moaned again and bit his lip. "I'm going to cum in a second," Noah told his lover. Philippe was ready for it but he had another few minutes so he sucked one of Noah's testicles into his mouth and then the other. Philippe had gobbled balls before but they hadn't been like Noah's - he wasn't sure what the difference was between balls that had been waxed or shaved and Noah's naturally bald testes. But there was a difference. Philippe returned his lips to Noah's dick for the final time, sucking the head and then taking the length deep throat. His mouth was all-in, his nose brushing the pathetically but aesthetically short pubes. "I'm going to cum," Noah proclaimed. Philippe stayed glued in place as Noah spurted hot cum into Philippe's mouth. Philippe drank it, licked it from his lips and savoured every drop of the creamy stuff. It kept cumming too, flooding down Philippe's throat until it spilled down his chin. "That was... really special," Noah said. Philippe nodded in agreement but had no words to add. "You still need to cum," Noah said; "You can cum on me if you want." Philippe loved the idea of coating Noah's skin with his muck so Noah lay down flat and Philippe manoeuvred himself so he was almost sitting in Noah's lap. Philippe was facing Noah's face as he jerked his cock and could feel Noah's penis unable to go soft. Philippe's buttocks gave the semi-hard cock under them a little squeeze and he would have teased the ready-to-go again organ some more if he wasn't ready-to-go himself. It didn't take much for Philippe to discharge his cum onto Noah's chest and abdomen; Philippe tapped his cock on Noah's tummy with a satisfying "thwack" and the head of the French boys dick squeezed every last drop out. "That really was special," Philippe agreed. "We should shower again," Noah said. Noah put his hands behind his head, showing off almost smooth pits. Philippe so wished he'd got to fuck the boy. His virgin ass, so tight it would have been the best thing ever. Philippe did not lament what hadn't happened though - he sealed in indelible memory the things that did happen. They returned to the shower together and afterwards, Philippe got dressed. Noah wrapped a towel (a bath towel this time) around his waist and bent down and picked up his swimming trunks. "Are you really leaving tomorrow?" Noah asked sadly. "Oui," Philippe replied. "Then you should take these to remember me by," Noah told him and handed over the trunks. Philippe took them; "How should I remember you?" "A boyless Speedo in the hand is worth a seventeen-year-old in the ass," Noah replied wistfully. Noah didn't see Philippe again. They embraced and kissed and Philippe had dinner to attend with his own family. Noah was melancholy and ate little that night and neither his dad nor Daniel pressed him too hard for answers. Not until they got back to the apartment and the sun was going down; Noah was on the balcony not reading a book and Daniel sat beside him. A minute later, Daniel nudged Noah's leg with his foot. "Do you want to talk about it?" Daniel asked. Noah tilted his head towards his big brother and a frown pulled at his face. "Philippe is going away," Noah said; "Today was the last time I'll see him." "You'll always have Paris," Daniel joked. His brother was not making light of Noah's disappointment and pain, it was just his way to lighten the mood with good humour. The jest brought a smile to Noah's face and Daniel scooted closer so he could put a big, comforting arm around Noah's shoulders. "Sorry, buddy," Daniel said. "Philippe felt special. I've never felt like that before. I've never..." Noah could only admit so much but Daniel got the gist. Daniel smiled knowingly - he knew that what Noah was not saying was about sex. "Do you want to talk about it?" Daniel asked. "Do you want to hear about it?" Noah asked sceptically. "Of course," Daniel assured him; "Jamie talks about guys all the time." Noah hid his face from Daniel at the mention of Jamie. Jamie was Daniel's best friend back in home in Dukesbridge. He was also a stunning lad whom Noah had crushed on for a long time. "Well," said Noah; "It all began on the beach..." Many thanks to everyone who emailed or commented on chapter one. 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